This manor is very large. There is not only an auditorium-like hall on the second floor, but also more than a dozen rooms, each of which is exquisitely decorated.
The man in black walked in front, leading Xiao Yun along the corridor to a door at the end. After stopping, he first looked back at him, and then knocked on the door respectfully.
"Master, Mr. Xiao is here."
No one in the room responded, but two seconds later, the door to the room was slowly pushed open from the inside.
I saw a woman wearing a black suit and skirt standing behind the door. Because of her hot figure, the short skirt that covered her hips looked tight, gently stretching the round thighs to create a sense of sensuality.
"Mr. Xiao, right? The young master wants you to come in." The woman glanced at Xiao Yun up and down, and then said expressionlessly.
Xiao Yun nodded, then walked into the room with his chest raised and his head raised.
This room is very large. After a rough estimate, it is at least nearly seventy square meters. Every decoration is full of antique Chinese style.
A bead curtain the size of a soybean grain was swaying gently with the evening breeze. Next to the window sill was a huanghuali piano stand with a guzheng placed on it.
The bookcase on the right is also made of huanghuali wood, and is filled with densely packed books, demonstrating the erudition and talent of the owner of the room.
On the left is a simple wooden sofa with a beige cushion. Sitting on it is a slender man who looks to be about the same age as Xiao Yun. He is holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and closing his eyes to meditate.
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"Master, Mr. Xiao is here." The woman in a suit and skirt walked up to him with her plump crotch twisted, bent down and asked for instructions.
And the moment she bent over, the tight skirt suddenly shrank upwards, looming, which made Xiao Yun feel awkward.
Hearing the report, the man on the sofa lazily opened his eyes.
With his slender and upturned eyes, eyes as dark as thick ink, and tightly pursed lips, he looked like a handsome gentleman from an ancient painting, unconventional to the world.
"Mr. Xiao, our young master would like to ask you to see a doctor. Please give us a price."
This young master of the Huo family took the initiative to invite Xiao Yun into the room, but he kept a cold face from beginning to end and did not speak. Instead, the beautiful woman in a short skirt standing next to him talked to him.
Communication made Xiao Yun feel very uncomfortable.
"There is nothing wrong with your body." Xiao Yun quietly opened his clairvoyance eyes, scanned the other person's body, and found nothing abnormal. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who do you want me to treat?"
The beauty in the short skirt said expressionlessly: "You don't have to know who the person you want to treat is. After he is cured, our young master will naturally fulfill his promise and pay the consultation fee. Please give me a price."
Hearing this, Xiao Yun frowned.
Although he had a good impression of Mr. Huo, who organized the charity auction, he also respected the Huo family for having produced several heroes who fought against Japanese pirates.
but.
He really doesn't like the other party's current attitude of using money to talk to him!
"I'm sorry, I have resigned as a doctor now. Please, your young master, please find another doctor." Xiao Yun said coldly.
"Ten million." The beauty in the short skirt said straight to the point.
She doesn’t believe that there are people in this world who are not interested in money!
Why treat money like dirt, just because it is too little? She has been with the young master for so long, she has already seen too many hypocrites.
As long as the money is in place, no matter how noble a person is, he can still act like a cow or a horse!
What dignity and reserve are all a joke!
"I thought your Huo family would be different from other big families, but I didn't expect that you are still the same as those people!" Xiao Yun sneered again and again.
An inexplicable sense of superiority.
Condescending attitude.
It was as if it was a great honor to let Xiao Yun treat the other party.
"Thirty million."
However, the beauty in the short skirt did not notice Xiao Yun's emotions at all. She still had a cold face and said as if giving alms.
Xiao Yun sneered, turned around and prepared to leave without talking nonsense to the other party.
"Fifty million!"
A flash of inexplicable joy flashed across the eyes of the beauty in short skirt, and her voice suddenly rose a few degrees, and she shouted loudly towards his back.
Hearing this, Xiao Yun turned around.
Seeing this, the joy in the eyes of the beauty in short skirts fleetingly disappeared, replaced by a look of contempt.
As for the man who had been sitting on the sofa looking at Xiao Yun, his narrow eyes suddenly turned cold, and the expression on his face was even a bit disappointed.
Sure enough, is it true that no one can withstand the temptation of money?
But at this moment.
I saw Xiao Yun walking towards the man on the sofa step by step, with a cold expression on his face.
The beauty in the short skirt frowned, vaguely aware that something was wrong. Just when she was about to call the bodyguard, she heard Xiao Yun say: "Young master of the Huo family, right? Listen, if I want money, I can earn it myself, without your charity.
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"When you ask someone to treat you and save your life, put away your airs and show some sincerity! Otherwise, don't blame others for refusing to help!"
The expression on the man's face paused, and then his narrow eyes curved, revealing a smile of relief: "Haha, Mr. Xiao is so proud and proud, I admire you! Secretary Wu, why don't you serve tea to Mr. Xiao quickly!"
Xiao Yun was confused by the other party's sudden change of attitude.
What's going on?
Could it be that the young master of the Huo family is a masochist?
After entering the room, I put on a stinky face, but now my son got slapped by me and became happy instead!
What kind of abnormal brain circuit is this?
Just when Xiao Yun was confused, Secretary Wu respectfully brought a cup of hot tea, then bent slightly and exited the room.
"Mr. Xiao, my name is Huo Tianyi. I offended you so much just now. I hope you can forgive me!"
Xiao Yun couldn't get angry anymore when he saw the passionate and sincere look on his face.
After all, they say you don't hit someone with a smiling face. Although he was confused by Huo Tianyi's saucy move, he still curled his lips and sat across from him.
"Master Huo, if you have anything to do, just tell me." Xiao Yun said with cold eyes and a bit of caution in his heart.
"My father is ill, very ill."
Huo Tianyi's expression suddenly became serious, his eyes full of heartache and worry: "I hope Mr. Xiao can help and treat my father!"
This time, Huo Tianyi's attitude was very sincere, without the domineering and contemptuous look just now.
Seeing this, Xiao Yun became more and more suspicious.
Since Huo Tianyi sincerely wanted to ask him to come forward to save his father, why did he put on a condescending attitude and talk to him with money in a very disrespectful manner when he entered the room just now?